Everyone Wants to Pamper the Lucky Daughter

Anyway, he can't run anymore, and the little girl likes to do whatever she wants, so she is not afraid of sending him to an official.

He is small, and the county magistrate will not give a heavy sentence, and the fine will be fined a few times.

Even if he is locked in a cell, he still has a way to unlock and escape.

"At a young age, you have a cunning mind. If you steal something and want to play tricks, you are not afraid of being sent to an official. Is it possible that you are not afraid of death?"

The little girl's playful laughter was the same as before, and the petite figure came on the wind, appearing in front of his eyes like a ghost.

"Hiss, what do you mean?"

The little beggar was overwhelmed by others, and was so frightened that she was dripping with cold sweat. She took a long breath, opened her eyes suddenly, and asked questions with a forced calm.

"If you make a mistake, you will be punished."

Su Qingluo folded her hands behind her back like a little adult, her childish voice was tinged with teasing, clear and melodious.

"Could it be that you think that if you don't send the official girl, you can't do anything?"

"Then you can't kill people."

The little beggar stuttered a little, he was afraid of this mysterious little girl from the bottom of his heart.

"The crime of stealing is not punishable by death. You can't kill me wantonly in disregard of the king's law."

"Papa papa."

Su Qingluo clapped her little hands and applauded: "Awesome, I can't see that you still understand the king's law, which is worthy of praise."

"Here, I don't want it anymore, let me go."

The little beggar was provoked by her deliberate ridicule, almost vomiting blood, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment, she jumped up from the ground with a jerk, and threw the purse into her arms.

"You can't leave for now."

Su Qingluo put away her purse, still smiling: "You haven't realized your mistakes yet, and sincerely repented for your mistakes. Before you truly repent, you will follow me, be a little follower, and cultivate your self-cultivation. "

"no!"

The little beggar's face changed drastically, and her eyes showed fear: "I can't go with you."

"Could it be that you want to be a thief for the rest of your life? Be despised and looked down upon?"

Su Qingluo's face turned cold, and an unknown fire surged up.

She saw that the little beggar had good talent, quick legs and feet, and was a good seed for martial arts, so she cherished his talent and gave him a chance to restrain his mind and sincerely regret it.

Unexpectedly, the little beggar didn't appreciate it.

"I have relatives to take care of, so I can't go with you."

The little girl in front of her suddenly changed her face, her aura was menacing, the little beggar trembled with fright, instinctively felt fear.

"say clearly."

Su Qingluo's eyes were condensed, and her solemn expression was far from her childish age.

"My godfather is very ill and will soon die."

The little beggar didn't dare to hide anything, and said truthfully, "I still have a younger sister to take care of."

"Take me to see your godfather."

Su Qingluo's eyes flickered, thoughtful.

"ah?"

The little beggar first exclaimed in disbelief, met Su Qingluo's condensed gaze, then shuddered in fright, and obediently agreed: "Oh, yes."

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Su Qingluo was afraid that the two older brothers would be worried if he left for too long, so he took the little beggar back to the agreed place to meet up with the two older brothers.

"You stole our purse?"

When Wang Meng saw the little beggar, his eyes lit up angrily, he grabbed his collar and threw him into the river.

"Hey, big brother, please be merciful, little brother knows he was wrong."

The little beggar was so frightened that her face turned pale, and she kicked and stomped wildly with her thin arms and legs, begging for mercy loudly.

People came and went by the river, some tourists heard the movement and looked under the big willow tree.

Su Qingluo didn't want to get out of the way, and shook her head lightly at Wang.

"snort."

Wang Meng let out a rough breath from his nasal cavity, threw the little beggar on the ground in disdain, turned his head away, and didn't want to talk to him anymore.

"Come on, take us to see your godfather."

Su Qingluo whispered his thoughts to Su Zixuan and Wang Meng, and neither of them had any objections.

"Oh good."

The little beggar nodded obediently, and led the way with a bitter face.